Post by Snapjaw on Mar 9, 2007 18:23:18 GMT
Name: Greymuzzle
Species: Red Fox
Age: 7 years
Gender: Male
Army: Woodlanders
Position: Low
Dimensions
Height: 3 feet
Weight: 17kg
Length: 4 feet
Appearance: Greymuzzle is an old fox, his stout russet flecked with silver. But all through his life his muzzle has been a dark grey, hence the name.. But nevertheless he is sleek an athletic. His front legs are powerfully muscled. His eyes are bright and keen, showing the slyness of many a past year. One of his paws is black, the others are dark grey. His brush ends quite abruptly, where a trap severed it.
His snout is quite short.
History:
"Greyey!"
"Short snout!"
"Broken Brush"
The taunts of the pups rang in his ears.
"No no, stop that!"
It was his best friend, Silvertip. Greymuzzle sighed inwardly in releif.
"You, Stonepelt, your muzzle is white. But I don't taunt you about it!"
Silvertip rounded on a smaller fox
"Well, I think your muzzle is quite a bit shorter then Greymuzzle's"
Silvertip put a strongly clawed paw down in front of another juvenile fox.
"Well, Greymuzzle isn't the only one who's been caught in a trap. Look at the state of your ears" He shook his head
"Shocking"
An ironic grin curled the corners of his snout.
The two best friends left the clearing together.
They came to Silvertip's den.
"Thanks mate" said Greymuzzle. "Don't mention it" said Silvertip.
They lay down together.
"Silver! Silver!" it was Silver's mother.
"Mom?" he answered. "You have to catch tonights dinner. You know the way you are with rabbits. Oh, hi Greymuzzle dear" Said Rose, Silvertip's mother
Silvertip swelled with pride. "Of course mother" He nodded at Greymuzzle. "You wanna come?"
"Yeah" cried Greymuzzle, and leaped to his feet. "Lets go!"
The fields were beaded with dew. The baby rabbits scampered over the grass. Greymuzzle and Silvertip prowled over to the bunnies. Bellies low, they slunk nearer and nearer to them. Silvertip nodded at a particularly fat one and winked at Greymuzzle. Greymuzzle answered with a secret smile. Silvertip went behind a tuft of grass to chase the rabbit to the left. Greymuzzle went to the left and crouched low, waiting for the signal.
Nothing happened for a long time. But that was normal in hunting. Darkness fell.
Then, suddenly the night was rent by a howl, a howl so loud and shrill, that all the rabbits scattered instantly.
The howl came again, full of raw energy and force that only foxes can feel. Greymuzzle's whiskers bent back with the power of the it.
Greymuzzle shot over to wards the howl, which, he noticed, was where Silvertip had been.
He rounded a tuft of grass and a sight met his eyes that he would bring to his own deathbed.
Silvertip lay sprawled on the ground, blood leaking out of his neck. The steel teeth of the trap piercing his skull.
He was struggling weakly, but that only drove the fangs of death in further. Blood soaked into the grass.
The sight drove an icicle into his heart.
He woke up in the elder's burrow.
"So"
The curt voice awoke him completely. It was Blackbane, the fox king.
"Get him! He's awake! He killed my son!" It was Rose, Silvertip's mother.
Blackbane had to hold her back from attacking Greymuzzle.
"Calm down, Rose"
"Never!!" Her shrill shriek filled up the burrow
Greymuzzle got slowly to his feet.
He coughed twice then gasped, "I didn't kill him"
"Oh yes you did!" yelled Rose. "Your bitemarks were all over him!"
"Huh?" said Greymuzzle
"You heard me"
Then all the foxes gathered round him began speaking at once
"Kill him!"
"Banish him!"
"I'll never let him near my son again!"
"QUIET!" Yelled Blackbane
They all fell silent.
Blackbane spoke to Greymuzzle. Quietly, but it would have been better if he had yelled. There was no mistaking the cold dissapointment in his tone.
"You are, from now on, banished from the Foxe's kingdom. And woe betide you if you should fall into the marten's claws"
Greymuzzle nodded dumbly.
"Now go. And the next time I see you I wont stop them from attacking you"
And thus his new life, In the Silent Forest began.
Personality: He's sharp witted, a hater of humans and martens alike. He sees the world through cold and calculating eyes. He hated the sight of other foxes and isolates himself from them. But what he fears most is making another friend.
Roleplay Example: I dont need ta!
Reason: ditto
Species: Red Fox
Age: 7 years
Gender: Male
Army: Woodlanders
Position: Low
Dimensions
Height: 3 feet
Weight: 17kg
Length: 4 feet
Appearance: Greymuzzle is an old fox, his stout russet flecked with silver. But all through his life his muzzle has been a dark grey, hence the name.. But nevertheless he is sleek an athletic. His front legs are powerfully muscled. His eyes are bright and keen, showing the slyness of many a past year. One of his paws is black, the others are dark grey. His brush ends quite abruptly, where a trap severed it.
His snout is quite short.
History:
"Greyey!"
"Short snout!"
"Broken Brush"
The taunts of the pups rang in his ears.
"No no, stop that!"
It was his best friend, Silvertip. Greymuzzle sighed inwardly in releif.
"You, Stonepelt, your muzzle is white. But I don't taunt you about it!"
Silvertip rounded on a smaller fox
"Well, I think your muzzle is quite a bit shorter then Greymuzzle's"
Silvertip put a strongly clawed paw down in front of another juvenile fox.
"Well, Greymuzzle isn't the only one who's been caught in a trap. Look at the state of your ears" He shook his head
"Shocking"
An ironic grin curled the corners of his snout.
The two best friends left the clearing together.
They came to Silvertip's den.
"Thanks mate" said Greymuzzle. "Don't mention it" said Silvertip.
They lay down together.
"Silver! Silver!" it was Silver's mother.
"Mom?" he answered. "You have to catch tonights dinner. You know the way you are with rabbits. Oh, hi Greymuzzle dear" Said Rose, Silvertip's mother
Silvertip swelled with pride. "Of course mother" He nodded at Greymuzzle. "You wanna come?"
"Yeah" cried Greymuzzle, and leaped to his feet. "Lets go!"
The fields were beaded with dew. The baby rabbits scampered over the grass. Greymuzzle and Silvertip prowled over to the bunnies. Bellies low, they slunk nearer and nearer to them. Silvertip nodded at a particularly fat one and winked at Greymuzzle. Greymuzzle answered with a secret smile. Silvertip went behind a tuft of grass to chase the rabbit to the left. Greymuzzle went to the left and crouched low, waiting for the signal.
Nothing happened for a long time. But that was normal in hunting. Darkness fell.
Then, suddenly the night was rent by a howl, a howl so loud and shrill, that all the rabbits scattered instantly.
The howl came again, full of raw energy and force that only foxes can feel. Greymuzzle's whiskers bent back with the power of the it.
Greymuzzle shot over to wards the howl, which, he noticed, was where Silvertip had been.
He rounded a tuft of grass and a sight met his eyes that he would bring to his own deathbed.
Silvertip lay sprawled on the ground, blood leaking out of his neck. The steel teeth of the trap piercing his skull.
He was struggling weakly, but that only drove the fangs of death in further. Blood soaked into the grass.
The sight drove an icicle into his heart.
He woke up in the elder's burrow.
"So"
The curt voice awoke him completely. It was Blackbane, the fox king.
"Get him! He's awake! He killed my son!" It was Rose, Silvertip's mother.
Blackbane had to hold her back from attacking Greymuzzle.
"Calm down, Rose"
"Never!!" Her shrill shriek filled up the burrow
Greymuzzle got slowly to his feet.
He coughed twice then gasped, "I didn't kill him"
"Oh yes you did!" yelled Rose. "Your bitemarks were all over him!"
"Huh?" said Greymuzzle
"You heard me"
Then all the foxes gathered round him began speaking at once
"Kill him!"
"Banish him!"
"I'll never let him near my son again!"
"QUIET!" Yelled Blackbane
They all fell silent.
Blackbane spoke to Greymuzzle. Quietly, but it would have been better if he had yelled. There was no mistaking the cold dissapointment in his tone.
"You are, from now on, banished from the Foxe's kingdom. And woe betide you if you should fall into the marten's claws"
Greymuzzle nodded dumbly.
"Now go. And the next time I see you I wont stop them from attacking you"
And thus his new life, In the Silent Forest began.
Personality: He's sharp witted, a hater of humans and martens alike. He sees the world through cold and calculating eyes. He hated the sight of other foxes and isolates himself from them. But what he fears most is making another friend.
Roleplay Example: I dont need ta!
Reason: ditto